not one silent lamb

1 August 2017

1.

a tuft of sustenance, adrip with meat
and wool, pads the clay

2.

a hungry metaphor born, it breaches
somewhere out from Botany Bay

3.

smeared on a frontier ill-defined
beneath it bleats its grass-fed mine

4.

there is nothing less ill-
defined here. still them nullius men
carry that hard frontier, guard

these rhythmless feet

5.
a trespassing sheep.

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